affame_le_geant_opposing_force fyn gula frau werzenwozen tied the last knot to secure the tarp. she had seen puppertwinkle coming and heard his desperate attempts to gain her attention but ignored him until she finished her work. her own safety was in the balance, you know. she bent down in an effort to hear him, having to eventually pick him up so he could speak directly into her ear. she blinked her eyes with deep concentration as he spoke his fractured english and seemed to understand his determined query. her usual maladjusted, misanthropic mind seemed to be placed on hold. shaping long pianissimo phrases with sensitivity, she completely answered the little dog's questions concerning the origin of the writing in the sky, but whether it was puppertwinkle's limited comprehension of the english language or the disturbing wind carrying much of it away before it reached his ears all he could say back to saumboo as he fought his way back through the intense blowing was, "it eese a monsta, meester saumboo. and eet's comeeng to kill you. but, she won't let it." the monster that she was referring to was called proina. and puppertwinkle was correct in reporting that it was on its way to destroy saumboo. since it lacked a voice, it's only means of communication was sky writing. it was known to write with clouds like chalk on a blue blackboard, but the fact that it caused the storm and used lightening like a pencil indicated it was fucking pissed. and frau werzenwozen realized its anger was being directed at her. confused? an attempt at simplification: 1.boffden needs saumboo to break through worlds and set up a one on one with dennis browne. it's an intricate task. 2.frau werzenwozen was given the job to make it happen. 3.opposing kemulyan forces are upset and do not want this to occur, thus attempts to disrupt it are surely taking place. 4.proina, namely. the beast. the pain in the ass. the life-sucker. you know, we try so hard in this life to do things and when do they ever go smoothly? there is always something to fuck it up. 020524 ... me i agree. nothing ever goes how you want. why do we even bother? 021201 ... fyngula and opposing forces never relent, they just take on different forms. like the sugar girl. proina's cronie... watch her ride along the bianca strada driving her motoguzzi scooter, her prisoner puppertwinkle imprisoned within the scooter's front basket, inside an emptied bag of oranges. poor little dog...just trying to gain assistance for his friends. something always comes along to fuck things up. 021201 what's it to you? who go blather from